Emily
I can’t believe my first show is tonight. After this, I feel like I can really focus on my career. If my Dad stops bugging me about going back to school.
“You don’t have to worry about financing, if that’s the trouble.”
“It’s not, Dad.”
“Then, what? Why wouldn’t you complete your degree?”
“I have a degree. A fine arts bachelor.”
“A degree you can use. That will actually help you get a job.”
“I can get a job. There’s so many positions available in my field.”
“Like what, Em?”
“I could be tech-ing a different show each night, if I wanted to. Playing gigs, producing... I’m producing a show tonight.”
“Yes, I’m aware of the show you’re producing tonight. Out of my garage.”
“I have other things going on!”
“Why don’t you continue your PhD. Your mother and I are willing to fully finance it. Think of it as a scholarship. Would you refuse a scholarship??”
“Dad! I don’t know. I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Okay, okay! That’s all we’re asking.”
I spend the day clearing out the garage, and laying carpets down like Scott suggested. Despite my mom’s protesting, I borrow couch cushions and pillows from around the house to line the walls. I move my drum kit up from downstairs, bring our kitchen chairs out in the garage, and unfold as many lawn chairs as I can find. Seating for about fifteen. Everyone will probably want to stand, anyway. I tie balloons to the tree out front.
I climb the stairs back up to mine and Kyle’s apartment, and flop on the couch.
“Ready for the party?”
“It’s a show.”
“Oh. Ready for the show, then?”
“I need to wait for a friend of mine to bring his equipment. Otherwise, yeah.”
“Have I met him?”
“I don’t think so. No. It’s pretty new.”
“Cool.”
“Your friends are coming, right?”
“For sure.”
“Good. Thanks. I better not have gone to all that trouble for nothing.”
“What, cleaning?”
“Mm, hm.”
“Good thing it wasn’t in here. That would be too much work.”
“Hey, that’s a good idea for next time, though.”
“What?”
“A show in our living room. We could call it, The Living Room Series.”
“Cool, sis. You’ve got all the ideas.” I adjourn to my bed room, for a series of orgasms. Mostly as a stress reliever. I think about the sweaty bodies being pressed together while watching a band. I picture someone fucking me in the middle of the writhing crowd, but it’s so compact and loud, nobody is even noticing.
“Hello?” I hear Scott, from the bottom of the stairs.
“Hello! Hey! Be right down!” He’s gotten a bandmate to drive him, and help haul equipment. They’re already unloading the gear into the garage. “Hey, I’m Emily.”
“Mike. I’ve seen you around, eh?”
“Yeah, probably.” He’s a heavier set guy, but cute nonetheless, with a blonde beard a toque on. He adds a tom-tom and a cymbal to my set.
“Looks pretty good,” Scott says, as he half hugs me, his other shoulder carrying his bass.
“Yeah, I got as many fabrics and things as I could find.”
“Cool. One good thing, is we can drink our own booze. Save some cash. Was a huge selling point when I was telling people.”
“Yes! Exactly.” Didn’t even think of it. “Meaghan coming?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
Kyle’s friends start to file in, filling up the space, and I grab some chips and pop from the kitchen. Johnny and Mark are here from Folly, but no Jer. I only asked them to play in hopes of having Jeremy over to my house, but still no luck there. When I recognize Meaghan from her pictures though, I remember that I have something else to concentrate on tonight. Other than hosting.
“Welcome everybody, to my... garage.” I say on mic. The small room laughs. “Seriously, thank you so much for coming out, and thanks to Scott for helping me set up. We have a really great show for you this evening!”
Meaghan is lovely. She has a great smile, and uses it often. She loves to watch Scott play, and is really into talking to me. She asks me everything trying to learn as much about me as possible. I’ve already heard a lot about her from Scott, so I just watch. The sound is still shit in here, despite all the rugs and whatnot, so I can barely hear her anyway.
She doesn’t wear any makeup, and doesn’t need to. She does wear big earrings, and a pretty blouse. She looks effortlessly beautiful. Not too much taller than I am, and just as slim, but she carries it differently. Like a dancer. Does she dance? I think Scott said that. After his set, he turns the laptop music back on, and joins us.
"Great set!" Meaghan says before I can.
“Looks like you two are hitting it off!” He replies.
“Well, I’ve heard so much about her, so I thought I’d let her find out a little about me.” I start.
“We’re having a nice talk,” Meaghan says to him, and he bends and kisses her on the mouth. Her lips look soft.
“Meaghan was just telling me about...” I start, but realize that I can’t finish it, because I couldn’t hear her. I can’t believe the sound was so bad in here. Oh, well.
“Her PhD. That’s what you said, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. We’ll see. I have to really think about it.”
“It’s a huge decision.” Meaghan continues.
“Yeah. I might just want to do shows, and stuff.”
“Playing shows definitely have benefits,” Scott winks.
“Like what?” Meaghan flirts, hand on a hip.
“Like... all the PUSSY!!” He jokes, grabbing her waist. We both laugh, and she slaps him.
“Where were we?” She tries, playfully pushing him away. I don’t need a whole night of questions to figure out that I would fuck her in a second, whether Scott was involved, or not.
“I don’t know, to be honest!”
“Me either. Scott, do we have more booze?”
I drift away for a while, talking to Scott’s drummer, Mike. I grill him about his technique, and process. With Scott at the other end of the room, in Meaghan’s arms, Mike shows me a little more interest than before.
“You’ve seen us play before, right?”
“Yes! I have. A few times.”
“Thought I recognized you,” he says, scratching his beard. “This is your house?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” Before I know it, Scott interrupts.
“We’re taking off!”
“You are?” I say, genuinely surprised. I thought... well, I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought that we were going to fuck.
“Bye, Emily!” Meaghan waves, giving me a big, gorgeous smile. What a good looking couple. I’ll just have to wait, I guess.
“See you later?”
“Yes. Thanks again for everything!” I turn, and it looks like most of Kyle’s friends are going into the house.
“Looks like the party is heading upstairs,” Mike says. I follow him inside.
Meaghan
Finally! I’m going to meet Emily. I can’t wait! Scott’s already gone over there to help her set up, and I’m left to trip over my own excitement. I take an hour to decide on what I’m going to wear; something that looks pretty, yet still slightly dykey. I end up going for a flowy, natural look. I blare music, take a shot of rye to loosen up, and put the rest of the mickey in my purse.
I take transit, since Scott and Mike went with the equipment, and arrive a little later than I would’ve liked. The small gathering is in full swing, sounding like a party twice it’s size in the cramped garage, with an interesting mix of mostly gay guys, super straight bearded musicians, and the only girls; Emily, and I. I barely get to say hello to Scott and his bandmates, before Emily gets onstage and begins hosting. I’m grateful for the minutes she’s up there, as I get a good, unapologetic, first look at her. She’s wearing kind of an odd outfit, with a short sleeved collared shirt and kerchief at her throat, but is very cute, nonetheless. Scott knows how to pick ‘em. I love her soft looking, short brown hair; heart shaped face, and small stature. She looks quite a bit younger than she does in her pictures, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Her youthful, excitable energy mimics it.
After the opening band takes the stage, she beelines over to me, and I can't believe I'm finally meeting the real Emily. I feel like I've been stalking her online for so long.
"Hi!!" She mouths excitedly, waving. She could have said it out loud for all I know, but perhaps too quietly for the loud room.
"Hi Emily! So nice to meet you!"
"You too! I've heard so many good things about you," she says a little louder, making deliberate eye contact with me.
"It's all lies," I flirt. It feels so good to be courting a woman again. And such a cute one, at that. She laughs. "What did Scott say about me? I'm wondering what he says behind my back," I joke.
"Oh, just that you're an actor, and stuff like that. And how great you are!"
"Oh, yeah? I'll have to thank him later," I wink. "Well, I was looking at some of your pictures online. So, I've been creeping on you, too!"
"Ha! No worries!"
"The one of you in a Halloween costume. I was actually expecting a French maid tonight. So, I'm very disappointed...!" She laughs again. I continue, eager to eat up the lag in the conversation. "Just kidding. You look cute. Not French maid cute, but..."
"Oh, thanks! I don't know what I'm wearing. It all made sense it my head. I was going for some sort of garage theme."
"Totally nailed it," I laugh.
"Well, you look lovely. I like your top!"
"Thanks." Grasping for the next thing to say, I catch her small dark eyes bearing into mine. My confidence momentarily leaves me, as I avert my gaze towards the band. I remember the Mickey in my purse, and take it out for a shot. "You drinking?" I ask, offering the bottle.
"Sure," she says, reaching for it. I like the intimacy of sharing a drink. She could have grabbed a cup or wiped the rim, but she didn't. We're practically kissing already.
We watch the opening group, chatting mostly about the band that's playing; Folly is their name. As they wrap up, Emily doesn't realize for a second, that it's time for her to go back up. When she gets there, her patter is too short for the next act, Scott's band, to set up behind her. She introduces them, we clap and holler, then there's a half minute of dead air, until Scott reaches towards the laptop to play some music from it while they finish setting up. Well, there's a first time for everything.
Scott set is great, as usual, despite the odd choice of venue. Emily mingles for most of the headliner set, but sits back down with me on a lawn chair for the last song.
"So, is this party celebrating anything?" I ask.
"Well, it's more of like, a series of shows I want to produce here in the house."
"Cool! How many people do you share it with? It's pretty big."
"Oh, it's my parents' house. The shows are going to be fundraising for these youth classes I want to... Shit!"
"What?"
"I forgot to saw something! And get cover charge from people!"
"You could still say something... And maybe pass a hat around after?" I offer. Pretty funny that she forgot the main reason for the "show", but I let it slide.
"Hey! That's a great idea!"
"That's why they pay me the big bucks," I flirt. "What are the classes going to be like?" I ask. "Do you know?" I add, realizing that she may not have even thought that far. She looks a little stunned for a second, then recovers.
"Oh, the youth classes! Not sure yet. They're going to contain music lessons, music history, maybe theory, improvisation..."
"Sounds great! And, you're going to teach?"
"Uh, yeah. I think so. Or I might get people."
"Do you have any experience?"
"Not really. Like, I have a degree in music, and might go for my PhD, but... "
"Really? Wow! Good for you." Now, that's genuinely impressive. Especially from her, who seems so young and well, kind of flighty. Not many people in my and Scott's circle have a PhD. Most of my friends have worked with me at some point, and are either actors, or waiters and bartenders, as well. And Scott only hangs out with other musicians. "I could never do all that schooling."
"Yeah, I don't want to, really... But, my parents are pushing. They'll pay for it, obviously." Not so obvious to me. I paid for all my own tuition and expenses. Going for a PhD is a little different than three years at college, though.
"Well, it's good to have a backup plan. There aren't many people lucky and hardworking enough to have full time work in an arts field. Scott's truly an anomaly. Like, me, for instance... I'm just not willing to hustle constantly and have this inconsistent lifestyle. I mean, I love acting, but I'm not going to through my nicely balanced life in flux for it. I need to go somewhere each day and work, you know?"
"Yeah!" She says, but I may have lost her. It is a little hard to hear in here. Just then, Scott's band finishes up, and we clap and cheer. Scott wipes his forehead, and joins us.
"Great set!" I say.
"Looks like you two are hitting it off!"
Shortly after, I'm feeling a little drunk, happy with the first impression I've made on Emily, and ready to call it a night. I'm not that much of a party-er, I admit. I mean, I go to some of Scott's shows, or have a quick drink after a shift, but at the end of a day, I always look forward to going home and sharing my bed with Scott. Even more so, tonight.
We stumble through the front door of our apartment, locked by our lips and pelvis', dropping our jackets and bags, and kicking our shoes to the floor. With the overwhelming potential of the fthreesome fresh in our minds, we walk in parallel, side stepping down the hallway as we furiously devour each other's mouths. We litter our clothing, leaving a trail behind, perhaps with the subconscious thought that Emily will be able to find the bedroom this way. Scott falls on top of me on the mattress, and I feel his weight press satisfyingly into me. We peel off the last remnants of our clothing while squirming, sandwiched together over the sheets. The warmth of his skin spreads through me, making me feel comforted, relaxed, and urgently desiring, all at once. Then I feel his cock. He slides over my pussy, and I tilt my hips so that he finds me. We groan into each other's mouths as he easily enters me, and despite trying multiple times to get up on his hands, he's pulled down again and again so that I can feel his body close to mine. I encourage him to give me his weight, craving to be crushed by him as he crashes into me. I moan in his ear, kissing his neck and holding his head against mine, his sounds are muffled by the pillow beside me. I feel him approaching orgasm, and as he pulls out, I immediately feel his absence, not only in me, but on me. The sweat evaporates from the front of my body, as Scott lays beside me, continuing to jerk his cock to climax.
I turn on my side, curling into him, whispering into his ear. "You want to fuck Emily, don't you? It's okay baby. I want you to."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah baby. She wants a big man on top of her, giving her his big dick, doesn't she? She wants your big fucking cock, doesn't she baby? She wants a big man on top of her..." He groans, releasing his load onto his stomach. We both breathe easy.
"I only want you, baby," he says after, kissing me on the mouth.
"Mmm, I know my love."
I get up to pee, and by the time I get back, he's cleaned up. We fall asleep in our bed, together.
